“How is she?” Slate is one of the few with whom I’ve shared my fucked-up childhood.
“The same as always. Recently, maybe a little worse.” Time to change the subject. “Did my doctor tell you when I’m to be set free?”
“No, HIPAA and all that. No matter, take it easy for a couple days.” Grayson motions Slate to the door and adds, “I put you and your wife up in the Park Hyatt.”
My eyes go wide at the generous gift. “You didn’t have to.”
He pauses in the doorway. “Good job out there yesterday, Jack. Not only did you save the senator’s ass, you saved Patten’s reputation. I don’t have to tell you how important Washington is to this branch of the company.”
It is true. Grayson hires a shitload of ex-military and I take a brief moment to feel proud about keeping a whole lot of them employed. “Say, do I need a new position? Isn’t the Secret Service going to take over after last night?”
He frowns and stuffs his hands in his pocket. “Apparently, not. They got their hands full with some terrorist threat going on. The president called me personally and asked if you would stay on as Joe’s bodyguard. The government is picking up the tab and the Feds will fill us in on everything they know. Why, you want off?”
I grin because this means I get to find out who bankrolled this cluster-fuck. “No way. But while I’m keeping my lovely wife occupied in bed, send me everything you get from the FBI. I’ll review it when we come up for air.”
Blakely walks in, looking absolutely astounding, especially with the blush extending to the tops of her ears. She’s fucking beautiful beyond compare. When I hold my hand out to her, she takes it. When she kisses my knuckles, hell, I just about lose it.
What is it about my woman? “Hey, babe, we got a few days off at the Park Hyatt, courtesy of Patten, here. You good?”
She smiles at Grayson. “Thank you. That’s really nice. After, can I take Jack home?”
I squeeze her to me, loving the smell of her, wishing we could be together yet knowing I have an important job to finish. “Soon. The senate’s voting right before Christmas. Then, these guys are going to find me a cushy post in New York. Okay?”
Her eyes meet my gaze and we share a heated moment until Grayson clears his throat.
He checks his phone, texts, and says, “Okay. Fun’s over. Me and Slate are out of here. You good?
I nod. “I’ll touch base with Lucky in a few.”
After slapping me hard on the back, and kissing Blake on the cheek, they go, leaving me alone with my stunning, fuckable, wife who I haven’t made love with in nine days, three hours, and fifteen minutes. When she smiles wickedly, blood runs south, and my cock tents the sheet.
“Babe, I need you.” I slide my feet to the floor, hand her the pole holding my IV, and point to the bathroom.
“Here?” When the black centers of her blue eyes grow dark, I tug her inside the bathroom.
Careful with the IV, I press her against the tiled wall, my cock growing thick as it tries to find its happy place.
“Damn, you feel good.”
Her baby bump pressing into me does some serious shit to my heart. She and I are making a brand-new life. How fucking awesome is that?
My mouth devours her and before we go completely out of our minds, I lock the door. Immediately, her short nails dig into the back of my neck. I shudder and thrust my tongue in and out.
“I can never get enough of you.”
Her answer is to undo the ties of my hospital gown, leaving me naked. Not to be outdone, I pull my old sweatshirt over her head. Her silk pajama top comes with it. There’s no bra so beautiful, full breasts with these amazing nipples bounce to her chest.
Every time I see them, they’re a little bigger, fuller. My hands fly to them, to knead the flesh and I moan. Oh fuck, she feels good.
While I get reacquainted with her top half, she drops her yoga pants and slides her hands to my lower back. With hands on my butt cheeks, she arches her back in invitation. I RSVP by lowering my mouth and watch her face. Her boobs are super-sensitive and I want pleasure, not pain. While I bury my face in her, she slides one hand to my cock and wraps her fingers around me.
I drop one hand, slide it between her legs, and she’s dripping so I press my thumb to her clit. She rocks against me, the nub growing, her breath getting shallow as she holds on tighter.
We’re both raw, edgy, and this joining will make us whole again. I turn her so her chest rubs against the tiled wall.
“Ohhh. Cold.”
“I’ll fix that real fast.” I place myself at her entrance and I sink into her so fucking deep she moans.
Core to core, I roll my thumb over her clit and her muscles clench around my cock. It only takes a pinch to drive her over the top.
The resulting waves of orgasm drive me wild. I push, I thrust, I grind, Damn, I’m so hard, so needy, and yet can’t release. Her arms reach around, short nails dig into my butt, and her thighs lock tight. She meets my every move with an intensity taking me so close to release, I almost can’t bear it.
Suddenly, my back tightens, my balls grow hard, and I let go. We shudder as one as I rest with my chest to her back.
I can’t fucking believe how much I love her.
“Babe… You okay?” Slowly, I pull out and turn her so I can see her face. Her eyes are brimming, her face a little wet.
“I love you so much.”
“Love you, too.” I kiss the tip of her nose and smile. “You think we’ll ever get sick of this?”
“Doubt it.” She chuckles and finds a cloth in the sink. Then, she wipes my cum from me in this sweet and gentle way that blows my mind.
We get dressed and unlike what I had hoped, the doctor doesn’t release me until the middle of the afternoon. By then, I’m pacing the small hospital room, antsy as hell. If it weren’t for the insurance forms, I would’ve walked hours ago.
When they let me go, we call an Uber. It hurries past the capital building, the Lincoln Memorial, and circles around the Washington Monument. Finally, we’re dropped off at the Hyatt. Grabbing my wife’s hand, I rush to the front desk where I hand over my license and my company credit card.
Once we get our room keys, we make a mad dash for the elevator and when the doors close, I wrap her into my arms and lock my mouth onto hers.
By the time we arrive on the sixth floor, we’re flushed and out of breath. Luckily, the elevator made no stops because we would’ve embarrassed the hell out of whoever opened the door. Laughing, I scoop her up and walk to our hotel room.
She swipes the card, the light turns green, and I rush in so I can drop her on the bed.
“My God, I can’t get enough of you.” I lean over and kiss the fuck out of her.
When we come up for air, she reaches behind my neck, and pulls me down onto the king-sized bed.
I’ve already moved past just missing a bullet to the brain but she hasn’t. She puts her hand to the bandage. “I almost lost you, Jack.”
“Not even close.” I take her fingers and kiss each one but her mouth refuses to turn into a smile.
“I really wish you didn’t have to finish this job. Can’t you just go on disability or something?”
I roll her onto my chest and gaze into those beautiful eyes that have held me captive since the first moment I saw her. “Who would you send in my place? Slate? Lucky? Suds?”
“They’re not as good as you, right?” When her blue eyes grow sad, I know she understands why I can’t say no.
“They’re good but not in the ways that would’ve kept them alive last night.” I have to be honest.
Blakely knows about my sixth sense so doesn’t question me further. It’s not a matter of being prideful, it’s just the way it is.
“You knew before it happened?”
“Yeah. I had just enough time to get off the highway.” I don’t want to talk about it but she has to be reassured and I get that, even if sex is off the table.
Carefully, she pulls the new t-s
hirt she bought for me over my head, staying clear of the gauze. “You sure you’re okay?”
I point out the swelling under my belt buckle. “Hell no, I’m not okay. It’s been eight hours and fifteen minutes since we last made love.”
When she giggles, I know we’re good, real good, the kind of good that lasts a lifetime.
“C’mere.” I pull off her sweatshirt, slide her body alongside mine, and whisper in her ear, “I need you, babe.”
“Me too.” She presses those sweet, lovely breasts against my chest, pointed nipples doing all sorts of numbers to my already swollen cock.
Control breaking, I find the softness of her lips and press mine to them. Her mouth is open, ready for my tongue and I plunge in while my hands rub up and down the softness of her back. When I slip my hands into her stretchy waistband, she lifts so I can pull her slacks over her sweet behind. Not wanting to lose contact with her chest, I lift my knee, catch the fabric with my toe, and pull the pants off completely.
When her hot, wet core grinds against my leg, I nearly lose it. She squirms and moans into my mouth, hands behind my neck and I crave to be inside her so bad it hurts. However, this time our sex should be savored so I slide down her body, stopping at the baby bump to give our little bun in the oven a kiss.
Blake was beautiful before but all these new feminine curves drive me wild and when I inhale her scent, it’s unbelievable. I swear the smell goes to some inner caveman that needs to claim her and make sure she is so sated, none other would dare approach.
These thoughts cloud my mind as I kiss down the short curls and into the garden of Eden. I open her slick lips and slowly tongue the whole length of her, loving how she moans and opens even wider. I slip one knee over my shoulder.
She’s slick, intoxicating, and her nub swollen. Gently, I suck there until her body tightens, her fingers pull my hair, and her heel digs into my back.
She’s tottering on the brink as I press a finger to her sex, then pull away. Watching her arch, I kick off my sneakers and quickly get naked.
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open as I climb over her and slide my cock along her slick folds. “Come with me babe.”
Slowly, I press into her, my weight on one forearm, my right thumb at her nub. Her muscles contract around me, tighter than hell, sending goosebumps up and down my back.
I wait for her to adjust, making circles on her clit. When she gives, I slide in fully and we both gasp for breath.
Suddenly, she screams and bucks, and I fucking see stars. I pull out, turn her onto her hands and knees and plunge while her inner muscles clench around me.
She pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust. My mind becomes one with hers as she makes me climb higher and fucking higher. There is no control here, just primal need.
Knowing she’s carrying my child is gasoline on my already raging fire. When she reaches a second orgasm, I go over the top with her and find this sweet heaven. After, I rest us on our sides, still connected with her back to my chest.
“I love you.” She turns her head when I nuzzle her neck.
“I love you, too. Never doubt it.”
“I won’t. I know. Hormones make a woman brain-dead. It’s a wonder the species survives. Still, I wish I could stay in DC.”
“I know luv, but I don’t want you here, not with all the shit going down. I’ll be back in New York for good by the first of the year. Besides, you’ve clients to see, right?”
She sighs heavily. “’Tis the season for many people to get depressed over the holidays. I’ve got so much work, I can’t keep up.”
I pull out of her and turn her so I can read her face. “What about you? Are you depressed?”
“No, no. I just wish we could do Thanksgiving together. It doesn’t seem right how we’re going to miss our very first.”
I don’t see how one day matters all that much but don’t say so. “What’s important is we have each other.”
I make love to her again, this time slower and we wake up again, in the middle of the night. I wonder if lack of sleep might hurt the baby so I let her snooze. When she wakes, she’s so fucking beautiful with her blond hair haloing her face on the pillow, I lose it and make love again.
It’s hard to believe six months ago I was a confirmed bachelor. Being a bodyguard is not a profession geared for family life so I never figured on having one.
I thank God for the life-changing night in a compound in Utah. Without the cult and that fucked-up leader, I never would’ve met Blakely or made a baby with her.
The next two days go too fast and when I put her on the plane, I wish to hell I could tell her to stay but don’t. I got a feeling. Whatever is going on with the senator is going to get worse before it gets better.
Chapter 4
Doctor Blakely Smythe-Taylor
Business class back to New York is nowhere near as nice as Grayson’s private jet. I try unsuccessfully to find a place for my arm while sitting next to a man who, by the size of him, should’ve bought two seats.
Just as I’m about to fall asleep, we land in JFK. When I get to the bottom of the escalator, a limo driver’s waiting, holding a tablet with my name on it.
Grayson must’ve sent one of his men because he’s the size of a linebacker. I raise my hand, smile, and shake his hand.
“I’m her.” I point to the name.
“Great. Got any bags?”
“Nope. Just me. Let’s go.”
As he walks me to his car, I check out my missed calls and there’s one from Jack’s mom. When we’re on the road, I call her back.
“Hi Trish. You called?”
“Who is thish?” She doesn’t sound good.
“It’s Blakely. I’m returning your call. Is everything all right?” I should’ve asked Jack if he told her he was in the hospital. With his mom, it’s best to play everything close to the vest.
“I been calling and calling but I went to voicemail.” She says this as an accusation.
Generally, I don’t like to lie but for her, I make an exception. “I’m sorry. He’s probably on the job and can’t pick up.”
“What job?”
“He’s working as a bodyguard in DC.” I’m sure Jack told her that much.
“I know that much.” Her voice takes on an edge. “I want to know who he’s guarding.”
I consider my words carefully as the driver pulls out of the parking lot. “I think you need to ask Jack.”
“I’m asking you.” Her tone gets downright nasty but I smile sweetly.
“I’m sorry, Trish. He doesn’t want you to worry.”
“Well, guess what? I know he was guarding Senator McAlister and got in an accident which is on you. If you hadn’t tricked him into getting married, he wouldn’t take on these high-risk jobs.”
Really? Jack does exactly what Jack wants to do. I take a deep breath and remind myself she’s not mentally stable. I deal with patients like her all the time. However, it’s different when they hurt the people you love.
“I’m sorry you feel that way.”
“Feel? Now you’re the smarty-pants shrink? You almost got him killed in Utah. Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s what you are and you’re no good for my son.” Then, she hangs up and I sigh because she hit a nerve.
In heavy traffic, I think on last summer. I had waited so long to find my sister’s murderer and finally got the opportunity to visit the cult where I was born. To be fair, I never asked Jack to come along. He invited himself. Still, once he had decided to guard me, I should’ve been more careful.
Is it possible Jack is taking too many risks because of me? I pick up my phone, push one on my speed dial, and glance outside, The Van Wyck is a parking lot. Thank God I don’t have any clients until after lunch.
“Hey Mom. I’m back in New York.”
“Hi honey. How’s Jack?” My foster mother’s warm voice makes me smile.
“He’s doing fine. The bullet barely grazed him but he lost a lot of blood and needed an overnigh
t in the hospital… I was wondering if we could talk.”
“Sure. My office hours start at nine. Want to meet at eight?”
“That would be great.” My throat tightens thinking of how I may be the reason my husband almost died.
“Are you okay?” My mom is a mind reader.
“Yeah… Well, actually, I don’t know. I’m wondering about some of the choices I’ve been making and want to bounce some thoughts off you.”
“I’m always here for you, dear.” I see her face in my mind’s eye. She’s smiling, her green eyes soft and loving. It’s been like that since the first day we met. What would I be, without her?
“I love you so much.” My heart overflows.
“I love you, too. See you in a few. Bring coffee.”
“Will do.”
Feeling better, I lean back and sleep through most of the long, slow ride into Manhattan. In my empty apartment, I find one of Jack’s t-shirts and sniff, wishing like hell he was here. I grab two coffees on the way to Mom’s office and press the buzzer marked Dr. Sandra Smythe.
Inside, I give my beautiful foster mom a big hug. “I love your hair.”
She’s sporting the latest chic cut with bangs. As always, she’s the quintessential Manhattanite with a black turtleneck, black slacks, and a designer necklace to catch the eye.
After finishing our long embrace, she holds me by my shoulders and smiles. “You look positively glowing.”
“That’s what people say.” I smile but the mention of the baby makes me worry. What if Jack dies because of me and she never even gets to meet him?
“What’s wrong, honey?” She sits and motions for me to do the same in the chair facing hers.
“I miss him. I want him home. I don’t want him to be in danger anymore.” In the overstuffed chair, I bring my knees to my chest, and wrap my hands around my thighs.
She sips on her coffee thoughtfully, then sets the cup on a side table. “You knew he was a protector when you married him. What’s changed?”
“I don’t know. The baby coming, I guess. Waiting is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.”
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